Fantasy
Wicked Analysis
The movie starts where the Wizard of Oz ends: the celebration of The Wicked Witch of the West’s death. It starts off with an opening number to introduce the message of the musical, Glinda and the reputation of Elphaba - The Wicked Witch of the West. It’s called No One Mourns the Wicked. It’s personally my favorite song. Elphaba’s green nature is a reflection of the horrible actions of her mom which sets up part of the message. Some dialogue in the middle of the song in a recitative secco sense follows to present the nature vs. nurture debate. “Are people born Wicked? Or do they have Wickedness thrust upon them?” This iconic line says it all. The comments she gets at her birth already show the prejudice that she’ll further receive.
By Aarna Ahuja2 years ago in Fiction
Ravana: The Legendary King of Lanka
Ravana, a figure steeped in both myth and history, stands as one of the most powerful and complex characters in Hindu mythology. Known primarily as the primary antagonist in the ancient Indian epic, the Ramayana, Ravana is often remembered as a demon king. However, his story is far more nuanced, and he is revered by many as a wise and capable ruler. Ravana's legend is woven into the rich tapestry of South Asian cultural traditions, and his life story continues to captivate imaginations across the world.
By vidun Arambage2 years ago in Fiction
THE LAST SPARK
Marlene's hands trembled as she touched the small locket around her neck, a ritual that had become as natural as breathing through her filtration mask. Inside, a curl of her father's gray hair lay pressed against a faded photo—the last Christmas before everything went wrong. She could still smell the pine needles from their contraband tree, and could still hear her father's laugh as he handed her the tiny silver locket. "Something to keep your memories close," he'd said, not knowing how precious memories would soon become.
By Ian Mark Ganut2 years ago in Fiction
Little Red & Mr. Wolf
There was once a teenager named Megan, who everyone in the South Haven neighborhood called Little Red. She always wore a red hoodie everywhere, even in the summertime. Her grandma had given it to her, and she loved her grandma more than anyone—even her mother. She never went swimming, because she would have to take off the hoodie. She only removed it when she took a shower or the hoodie needed to be washed.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Jack and the Elevator
Jack started at the ground level. as he worked his way up the Wilmington, Delaware skyscraper, he saw his life in little snippets of memory. He saw his father, Rodney, who struggled so much to provide a comfortable life for him in their humble abode. They possessed very few items. Those they did have, either malfunctioned or could be valued as worthless. This included the car.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
The Green Monster's Ball
If walls could talk, they'd have a tale to tell. When it comes to me, well, expect that voice to have a thick Boston accent. They call me the Green Monster, even though I wasn't always green. I was born in 1912; yeah, I know, I don't look a day over 90, right? I was merely a magnet for ads for 35 years, and then, somebody decided to take down the ads and paint me green. "This wouldn't work," I thought. Yet to this very day...
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows Among Gods: A Mythic Journey You Can’t Miss
Have you ever wondered what happens when ancient powers clash in a modern world? When gods and Titans, bound by grudges and fragile truces, collide over love, betrayal, and power? Daphne Nightrose’s gripping novel, Shadows Among Gods, takes readers on an unforgettable journey where the ancient and modern blend seamlessly.
By Daphne Nightrose2 years ago in Fiction
The Final Quest
I sat there, reflecting on the many years of practice - nearly fourteen years of it. The countless hours I had devoted to honing my skills, pushing my body to its absolute limit time and time again, mastering every technique I could find, and studying every aspect of combat. As I sat there, awaiting the final test, I felt no nerves or fear. Rather, I was filled with confidence, convinced that I would triumph over this test just as I had triumphed over all the others. And when it was all over, I would emerge victorious - as one of the greatest young warriors to have ever existed.
By Kartikey Mishra2 years ago in Fiction
Runaway Farmboy
My name is Thomas Woodworth. Or as everyone in my family seems to love to call me, ‘Tom Thumb’. As I was no bigger than my mother’s thumb when I was born. And I have barely grown in the fifteen years since then. I am the youngest brother of three. My other brothers’ names are Charles and Alexander. Unlike myself, they’re normal height for their ages. Seventeen and sixteen. Perfectly ‘normal’ children that aren’t abnormally sized. My mother and father both love to rub in for no good reason in my opinion.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Fiction
